It had been a long time coming. They had been internet lovers for some time, but had never met, not until Cal came into a substantial inheritance and on a whim, took a flight to Minnesota to meet her.

Her name was Colleen, and she was a lawyer, but when they'd met she was an eighteen year old mother of two, who had told him of her horniness; and proved it by forwarding a series of pictures with her in the nude, using various toys on herself. He had returned the favor, sending pictures of himself stroking his erection in front of a computer with her picture on the screen.

He landed in St. Paul on St. Patrick's Day, and caught her by surprise with his call.

"You're here!"

"Yes, I'm here. In fact, I'm staying at the... , room 524.

"I don't believe it! All this time and..."

"When can you get over here?"

"Well, I'm at work, and ... how did you get my number?"

"You gave me the name of the law firm some months ago, when they hired you."

"I understand. We'll order room service and you can sit in the bathroom when they deliver."

"I've always dreamed..."

"Now they've come true. Are you getting wet?"

"Yes, I'm ... very wet. I'm looking forward to seeing you, Cal. You don't know how much I've thought about this ... this possibility."

Two hours later, Cal opened the door and ushered Colleen in, watching her slender hips sway, and her rounded cheeks wobble under the red and green summer dress, she had worn to the hotel suite.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Cal took off his shirt and tie. Colleen stood there waiting as he approached her. She was surprised at the softness of his kiss, and allowed herself to blend into it, eventually losing herself until it was just mouth against mouth, then tongue against tongue.

Their passion flared up, and they toppled over onto the large couch in the living room. Colleen vaguely saw a porno movie playing on the television, and thought it typical. 'He's about to get laid, and has to watch someone else screwing to get in the mood.'

'Still, ' she told herself, 'he's a great kisser, and that bulge I felt a moment ago was certainly something extra.'

For his part, Cal found her kisses somewhat hesitant and a little anxious, and he attributed it to her nervousness at meeting him alone in a hotel room. He reconsidered her kisses and found a reserved passion in them that was highly arousing; and the way her tongue slashed into his mouth sent shivers through his rock hard erection.

He had waited a very long time for this moment, fantasized about it, played it through his head dozens of times. Now that the scenario was real, and not some abstract masturbatory vision, he didn't know quite what to do, or, rather, what to do first. He wanted to touch her, wanted to look at her, wanted to pull away and see her breathing heavily in the summer dress she still wore.

He wanted to lick her ear, her breasts and her clit. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as their kisses became more entangling, but most of all, he wanted to feel her hands and mouth on his turgid cock. He wanted it all, all at the same time. But that was impossible, and he knew it. But suddenly he knew what to do for openers.

Moments later, Colleen's dress was on the floor, and right after, her bra fluttered down beside it. Then clad only in her lace panties and thigh highs, which she'd stopped to buy and put on before arriving at the hotel, she looked into his very expressive brown eyes, as if to say, "What now?"

"Let your hair down and take your earrings out," he said.

A little surprised at the request, Colleen pulled out the gold studs, and the hair clasp also was undone very quickly. Few people can stand naked in a hotel room and not feel just a little nervous, especially with a man known only from the internet watching minutely.

Cal let the silence hang for almost three minutes, while he scrutinized her body. The hard nipples, the sparse bush between her legs were complimentary in terms of what was to come next. The smile she wore when she first came into the room was gone, and she bit the bottom of her lip.

"Turn slowly," he said, and she did. He saw her small tummy, her nicely rounded ass, and called out for her to stop. Her back was to him. Cal was presented with what he considered one of the most attractive features of a woman; the legs and ass; both of which were very attractive.

He surprised her by grabbing a handful of her silky hair, and forced her down over the table that doubled as a desk and dining table. As her nipples touched the surface, he brought his hand down hard on her lace covered ass with a resounding 'crack'.

"Ow!" she shrieked, even as her pale skin quickly turned rosy-red where his hand had struck. Colleen gasped, but made no move to get up. Moving slowly, but knowingly, Cal carried her over to the couch, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Then, holding both her hands with his left hand, he looped a leg over Colleen's right leg, effectively pinning her in place, and slapped her rosy behind again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Colleen yelled, ending her silence.

He smacked her again, and then answered her. "It should be obvious, I'm spanking you. Remember, you sent me a St. Patrick's Day card asking for it?"

Colleen realized he wasn't kidding, and as he continued to stroke her stinging cheeks, she realized she wanted this; wanted him to dominate her. It took her a full minute to get the words out, but finally she managed to croak, "Please spank me, Cal. Spank me as hard as you can."

He did as she asked, spanking her reddening cheeks with increasing force. She gripped a cushion but still was compelled to cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure each time his hand sent her body jerking forward on the table.

Cal kept it up for about another minute, resounding slap after slap echoed throughout the suite. Colleen reined in her cries, settling for the occasional moan as her bright red behind became accustomed to the sharp pain inflicted on it. There was no longer any doubt as to who was in charge.

It occurred to Colleen that she must really be a silly sight, draped over his lap, hair flying in every direction, but mostly over her face, her bottom sore as hell, and undoubtedly would be streaked with red welts for the next few days, and how would she explain that to Kevin?

She felt his erection poking into her stomach, bringing with it the realization that she was as horny and hot as she could remember, maybe ever. When he stopped spanking, Colleen's pretty little ass was sizzling with pain and hot to the touch.

She moaned delightedly when he began to run his hand over her reddened ass, occasionally bestowing another sharp smack to it. She stiffened momentarily, when his hand drifted lower, but because of the way in which her legs were separated, she was helpless to prevent any action on his part.

Tears of joy were rolling down her cheeks when she stood up, rubbing her smarting cheeks, she whispered, "Thanks Cal that was great. You know, if you'd kept on spanking me for a bit longer you'd have made me cum."

"You never mentioned you could cum from being spanked," Cal said.

"I couldn't tell you everything," she replied defensively.

"You should have told me. I might have been here sooner."

"Damn! I didn't know, or I would have. We've wasted so much time!"

"I wouldn't say it's been a waste, at least we got to know each other. Anyway, we're here now and I want to find out everything about you. Can you cum from other things that hurt?"

"It all depends, but any pain to my tits or pussy can make me come. I always come harder when there's pleasure as well as pain."

"Have you ever done it yourself ... come from hurting yourself, I mean?"

"Not just from pain, no. I've hurt myself while masturbating but I've always been doing something else as well. Do you want to see if I can?" Cal nodded, and Colleen said, "Can I play with myself first?"

He nodded again, and Colleen stroked her clit for a minute or two before grabbing her nipples. She squeezed them as hard as she could and gasped in pain as she pulled and twisted them.

"Tell me what to do, Cal," she whispered. "Tell me how you want me to hurt myself."

"Squeeze your tits hard, crush them."

Colleen released her nipples and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could.

"Dig your nails in. I want to see you leave marks in your tits."

She did as he said, crushing her tits between her fingers and the heel of her hand, her nails sinking in deeply.

"Now your nipples," he demanded after a few seconds. "Dig your nails into them."

Again, Colleen followed his instructions and tormented her nipples with her fingernails. Cal saw the rows of crescent shaped marks left by her nails on her tits then watched her nipples turn white around her fingers as the tips turned a darker shade.

"Now pull. Pull them hard. Hard enough to rip your nipples off."

"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped, stretching her nipples out and digging her nails in deeper. "I'm nearly there," she grunted, adding a twisting motion to her fingers and making the muscles stand out on her arms.

"Now your pussy. Slap it. Slap it hard! Use one hand on your tits and the other on your cunt."

Her hand came down on her pussy, and her back arched as the pleasure/pain shot through her body. Again and again, she slapped her pussy with her right hand while the left alternated between her nipples, pulling, twisting and crushing each tender bud in turn.

Through the thick bush of dark pubic hair, Cal could see her pussy mound turning red. Her labia and clit were already swelling under the welter of blows she was delivering to her body and her hips were jerking up to meet her hand.

She was on the brink of coming when Cal snarled, "Punish your cunt, bitch. Hit it hard!"

She did.

"Harder! Harder!"

Those words acted as a trigger, and Colleen instantly shot off into orbit, her hips beating out a staccato rhythm as they jerked and thrashed around on the couch. She screamed so loudly that he felt sure if anyone were in the room next to them they would be complaining to the front desk.

But it was the afternoon and no one was in the room, if it had been occupied at all.

"No, don't!" she whined, when he ran the edge of his hand over her pussy. Yet she shuddered with anticipation, and began to mover faster, and soon locked her thighs together and spasmodically wrenched her hips off the couch.

Cal realized he was watching her cum again. She was quiet with this orgasm. Her mouth was open, her eyes tightly shut.

For Colleen, in her climax, the body commandeered the voice. It was the body that expressed what rendered the vocal capacity mute. Her eyes were closed, the spasm began in her hips and traveled through her upper body, her hands grabbed at his arms, and squeezed tightly. Moments later, she collapsed and lay shuddering on the couch.

"Oh, God ... Cal," she gasped. Her arm was thrown across her face. Some of her hair had fallen in front of her eyes. He kissed it away; his hand remained, motionless on top of her pussy; satisfied to remain in proximity to her sexual center. To be near it was enough. But soon that pledge of satisfaction was replaced by a demanding urge for more. He rolled them over so that the full weight of her body now reposed atop his in an attempt to make as much body contact as was physically possible. He held her head in his hands and kissed her face, her throat, and her forehead.

"Jesus! I ... did it! I came from slapping my twat!" Colleen said with a half grunt, half laugh.

Cal let a finger glide along her moistened labia, teasing her, but not sending the finger into her. Instead, he swatted her on the ass again, drawing a kind of satisfied moan from her throat. The moan grew louder as his fingers brushed across her clitoris before sliding into her wetness.

Colleen was beside herself; she began writhing, first this way, then that; hoping to urge him into more sexual contact. He abandoned her pussy to explore her breasts. She moaned at the loss, and moaned again as his hand and fingers teased her suddenly aching breasts. He found them as he had expected them to be, firm yet pliant, with pebbled areola and stiffened nipples that seemed to be quivering as they awaited the assault of his mouth and teeth upon them.

As Cal worried a nipple he heard her groan, betraying her sensitivity there and he remembered he had left her pussy unattended, and sent his free hand in that direction, cupping her entire cunt, and drawing a long, seemingly satisfied sigh from her throat.

He changed breasts, leaning on the one to reach the other and was rewarded with another very satisfied moan as Colleen started rubbing her exposed pussy harder over his rampant cock.

"I want to feel you inside of me; will you make love to me Cal?" Colleen gasped, still rubbing herself across his cock, and spread her legs almost imperceptibly allowing him greater freedom.

"In a while," he replied.

"Rub me a little harder," she gasped, and began thrusting her hips up, fucking the hand on her cunt.

He looked down, saw her legs splayed wide, his hand partially obscured by her thighs as she scissored them closed on the finger now buried inside her. He tried to be everywhere at once. He moved his finger in and out of her; moved his palm up and down, found her clit with his thumb and applied pressure to that as well.

And he paid attention to each of her fantastic tits, sucking, biting, and licking and squeezing them. She wasn't terribly wet down below, and it crossed his mind that he might be irritating her, and so, he asked her, "Am I hurting you down there?"

"No, no, not at all ... I like it. I like it a lot."

"Listen closely, Cal said tersely. "I want to explain the rules to you, there are only three. I'll go whenever you tell me, if that's what you want. That's rule one. Rule two is: I am in total charge as long as I'm here. Rule three, once we begin something we will finish it. Do you understand these rules?"

Colleen nodded at him, then stood and went to the small fridge in the half-kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of Evian water. She opened it, not taking her eyes off him, took a drink, and returned to sit back down on the couch next to him.

Without speaking, he took the glass from her and set it on the table. "Lie down," he said, pushing her lightly on the left breast. Colleen settled back on the couch and waited for him to mount her.

Cal spread her legs and fondled her entire pussy for a few seconds. She was thrusting her hips at his hand after only a few seconds. Once again she felt his erection pressing against her. But he just kept fondling her cunt. Sliding up and down her wetness; spreading the moisture about, lifting her legs to provide a better view of her sex, then giving her exposed ass a hard smack.

She moaned her approval. He slapped her again. And she tried to shove her ass up to meet his hand, only to have him shove a finger into her cunt, while whispering, "You're a bad girl, aren't you?"

"YES!" she croaked in reply. "YES, I'M A VERY BAD GIRL!"

He smacked her behind twice in succession, and each time she roared, "YES!"

Somewhere in her subconscious, Colleen told herself that she's indeed being punished for being a very bad girl, and rightfully so.

Cal concentrated the next few seconds on tormenting her swollen clit, finally whispering so softly she barely heard the words. "You really are a bad little girl, aren't you?"

"I am," she groaned excitedly.

"I'm going to count to five, and then I want you to cum, understand?"

"Yes!"

"One, two, three, four... five!"

Colleen exploded with her orgasm.

He brought her down by caressing her thighs and ass: then kissed her lightly on the mouth before rising up and looking down at her. Colleen's look of distress at his rising forced him to tell her that he was only going to make himself a drink.

Relieved that he wasn't finished, she sagged back onto the cushions. Tears of gratitude and joy rolled down her cheeks. She sniffed as he made himself a scotch and water, then she said, "That was great. It's been ... Christ; I can't remember the last time I was spanked."

But in fact, she recalled the event vividly, but was reluctant to share it with him.

"I can't believe you made me cum from just spanking me."

"I played with your cunt, if you recall, that helped."

"Oh ... yeah, you did, didn't you?"

"We should have done this a long time ago," he said reflectively.

"We seem to have wasted a lot of time..." She let her words hang there.

"And we don't have all that much now, do we?' he said; then added a request that she spend the rest of the weekend with him.

"You know that's impossible," she said, and picked up her water bottle, took another drink and put it back down.

"Just how much time do we have?"

"She glanced at her watch, "A couple hours if I stretch it. But, maybe I can get away again tomorrow."

"Yeah, maybe," he answered knowing she wouldn't, or couldn't. "So, Colleen..." he paused. "You know, I like saying your name."

She smiled at him. It was the first time she'd actually smiled at him. "I like hearing you say it."

"Colleen, Colleen, Colleen," he said, and then laughed.

As moment later, Colleen joined him in the laughter. And then they were locked in a tight embrace, kissing as only lovers in heat can. On separating, Colleen sighed, and said, "Damn it! We've wasted a lot of time just emailing one another."

"I wouldn't say it's been a waste, at least we got to know each other. Anyway, we're here now and I want to find out everything about you. Can you come from other things that hurt?"

"I don't know. I mean I like having my tits roughed up, but no one's ever really hurt them."

"Anyone ever slap your pussy?"

"No, not that I recall."

"Have you ever done it yourself? I mean, have you cum from hurting yourself?"

"Not just from pain, no. I've hurt myself while masturbating, but I've always been doing something else as well.

Eventually, Colleen recovered and sat up; straddling his legs, she murmured, "I want to see it ... can I?"

"What did you say?"

"I want to see your cock," she said.

Cal nodded his assent, and she unzipped him and reached into his shorts and extracted his rigid penis. He lifted his hips, and she tugged pants and shorts down to mid-thigh, and ran her hands all over his groin.

Hunching over, Colleen began to rub her pussy against his stiffened member, moaning delightedly.

Then with a feline grace that Cal would never forget, she got to her knees and crouched at his left side, her fingers lightly flickering over his belly and inner thighs. He half heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she bowed her head towards his cock and playfully flicked the reddened tip of the glans with her hot, expert tongue.

Cal groaned aloud as Colleen inflicted a series of tiny, nibbling kisses all along his penis, from scrotum to the urethral lips, which had begun to pucker and twitch with convulsive receptivity to the soft moist caress of her red lips. At the same time, her fingertips plied the insides of his thighs and the edges of his buttocks near the cleft, with a persistent and delicious friction that sent innumerable tremors through his entire nervous system.

"Oh, my, Cal," she murmured happily, as she considering him with humid, widened eyes. "Want me to suck this cock?"

"Yeah ... suck it good!"

Colleen held his cock near the top, rubbed her fingers along the crown while licking the base just about where his balls met his dick. She took one his balls into her mouth. He groaned and jerked his hips toward her. She took his other testicle into her mouth, and stroked her other hand down his dick. Then she licked her way up his cock until she could circle the most sensitive part of his cockhead using a hard pressure with her tongue.

Taking Cal from her mouth, Colleen studied his dick for a moment, then spit on it and rubbed the saliva all over it. Not satisfied, she added another dose of saliva, and now his cock was glistening, slippery, and twitching with her secretions.

Cal looked on, transfixed as Colleen circled the base of his throbbing erection with a thumb and forefinger, gripping it snugly, and then sliding up and down. His cock was wet with her saliva, and his own oozing precum. On the topside she began using her tongue, licking the shaft and swirling around the head, then alternating that with taking half his cock into her mouth and sucking, hard.

"Fuck!" Cal could not help making it almost a scream, as she took the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked while stroking it with her right hand. Her other hand came up to massage his testicles.

Cal thought his body was going crazy. His upper chest itched, the hair on the back of his neck was sensitized, his toes were curled, and he had fistfuls of blanket as his hips pushed up into her. His eyes were shut and he was having some difficulty in breathing.

"Colleen!" he yelled, as she crawled up his body, making sure that she rubbed her skin along his pulsing cock. She kissed him, taking his lower lip between her teeth. He put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her deeply.

Colleen was the one to break the contact this time. She stared into his eyes for a long time.

"Do you do this with Kevin? Cal asked, then answered his own question, "If you do, and he ain't doing you, you better dump him."

Breathing heavily, Colleen gasped, "I've never done anyone like this before. You make me so hot I ... just have to have you in my mouth."

"I didn't think you were finished with me," he said.

Colleen brought her face back to kiss him again, and rubbed his dick with her tummy. Cal wrapped his arms around her, and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard, and kissed her just as hard. She gasped into his mouth at the intensity of it and pushed herself back into his hands.

Eventually she pulled out of the kiss to give him her neck. He was careful not to leave a telltale hickey. He explored both ends of her body; one with his hands and the other with his mouth. He ran his fingers between her asscheeks, and then pushed her up closer so he could take a nipple into his mouth.

Colleen groaned; as he moved one hand underneath her to kind of saw along her pussy lips. He used the other hand to stroke the skin between her asscheeks again. She was getting very wet, and he focused on her pussy. He could feel her getting closer to her orgasm as he penetrated her cunt with a finger. He sucked the very tip of her nipple, and played his tongue on it as if playing the flute.

"Oh," she moaned, "I love that!"

He pushed the finger deeper inside her, and increased the pressure on her clit as he rubbed circles on it. She was losing control, and on the cusp of a nice cum when he stopped abruptly.

"Huh? What?"

"Finish the blowjob," Cal said softly.

"What! Are you kidding? I'm almost there!"

"No, I'm not kidding. Make me cum with your mouth. You don't have to swallow, but make me cum with that lovely mouth."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

But Colleen gobbled him into her mouth, and then repeated her earlier actions of spitting on his penis and then taking half of it down her throat before gagging and relinquishing it to her right hand.

"C'mon suck it," he said, "You don't have to swallow it!"

Colleen engulfed the head and started sucking voraciously. Cal maneuvered her so that her head was hanging off the bed and he was kneeling with a leg on either side of her chest, feeding his member to her. That way she was able to take more of him into her throat without gagging.

The only problem Colleen had with this was the amount of salvia she was generating in the process. She solved that problem by spitting a mouthful of it out; only to have it land on her face. And the second time she did it, it covered her left eye, which, fortunately was closed at the time. But she kept sucking, and was now making loud slurping noises.

"Oh, shit! That feels great, Colleen!" He said, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as her head bobbed up and down. She was sucking hard, and her tongue was stroking the sides of his cock; but when she got to the head itself, she changed and began lapping at it as one would an ice cream cone you didn't want to drip.

Every so often Colleen looked up at him and rolled her eyes, looking really happy. Not as happy as Cal felt though; her mouth felt so damn good on him and the fantastic, wet slurping noises she was making was driving him crazy.

Then she pulled completely off of him and, holding his dick upright with one hand, she growled, "You like this, don't you, you bastard?" even as she studied his penis as a big drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, and starting to run down the head. She pounced on it, licked it clean, then sucked the tip for more, all the while making a low moaning noise.

"You said ... you've never done Kevin like this ... right?"

She took him from her mouth to answer. "No ... not like this. He's not worth it."

"Let me give you some advice, okay?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Start sucking him just like this. You know, give him a taste, and then stop. When he asks what the fuck's going on, you know you have his attention. Then tell him if he wants more of the same, he's got to eat you too. It's only fair. If he agrees, finish him off. If he doesn't eat you, then I say dump him. There are plenty of others who'd die to go down on you. If you can't find them, I will."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would."

"Oh, Cal, I'd do anything for you," she said, and followed with, "You know, I saw this in a porno flick once ... I've always wanted to try it," then took him into her mouth again, fast and hard, letting her lips slide down way further than the first time. He could feel the head against her tonsils, but she kept pushing, arching her neck to line it up. Cal felt himself slide into her throat, and she bobbed back and forth with short little strokes. Then he felt his balls start to tighten up.

"Colleen ... I'm going to cum!"

She had an answer for that, and grabbed his balls and squeezed, at the same time she pulled them away from his body. Whatever the hell that did, it sure knocked any thought of coming out of his head. He felt really dizzy, and was struggling to breathe.

She came up for air for a second, and then swallowed him again. This time her nose went all the way into his pubic hair; she started making a humming noise deep in her throat so that her vocal chords were vibrating against him. She pulled harder on his nuts, and he had no choice but to slide toward her. When his whole butt was hanging off the edge of the bed she let up; apparently that was where she wanted him. Meanwhile she was still deep-throating the daylights out of him as his dick continued to swell in size.

All the drool from her mouth had been draining down off his cock and was now running into the crack of his ass; so it was really wet in there when she started to run a finger between his ass cheeks. He didn't notice it at first with everything else going on, but it sure as hell got his attention when she shoved the finger into his asshole up to the second knuckle.

"Whoa! What the fuck!" he yelled, pawing with his feet trying to get some leverage.

She wiped her eye, clearing most of the saliva away, and then looked up at him; her eyes said she'd be smirking big time if she didn't have a mouthful of cock.

After a minute his sphincter muscles started to relax, and even though Colleen was pushing the finger in deeper and even wiggling it around, the feeling wasn't that bad. It actually felt pretty good, combined with the dick sucking. Cal figured out that it must be her middle finger, because she was gripping his ass like a bowling ball; with the other fingers spread wide holding the cheeks apart. And when she started making these weird-moaning noises like she was possessed by a semen-sucking alien monster, or something, Cal had a moment of panic. But then he was coming, and coming, as the first, and then the second surge of cum went rampaging up his shaft and slammed into the roof of Colleen's mouth.

Colleen was sucking and swallowing like a vampire, trying to pull out every drop he had in him. And all the while she had her eyes locked on his.

When his cock started to soften, and his cum had slowed to an occasional dribble, she released his legs, gave his dick one last suck, and followed it with a kiss.

"Mmmm," that was yummy, Cal," she said, and lay back, spreading her legs and providing him with a view of the tuft of blonde hair on her mons.

"Rest up a minute, and then you can do me, all right?'

"Mmmm, sure, baby, sure, but why don't we go into the bedroom?"

"Sure, more room, right?" she said happily, and moved quickly into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

"I'll be there in a minute. I have to make a quick call, first okay?"

"Please don't be long."

"I won't."

Cal picked up the phone and dialed a number he had memorized earlier, and then joined Colleen in the bedroom where he took a little more than a minute before starting with her tits; nibbling and sucking on her firm nipples, while his hand found her wet pussy. After a minute the tiredness he'd felt moments before faded away.

"There's something I want to do," he began, as he took a handful of her hair in his hand. It never came up in conversation, so I don't know if it's something you're willing to do. I'm sure there will be many instances like this, so I want to know now, should I tell you what I'm going to do before I start?"

Colleen looked up with a mischievous grin and said, "Would you be looking for permission?"

"Probably not. He grinned at her, and she grinned back. "Certainly not in this case," he added.

"Good! That's the way I want you to be with me. When I said you can do anything I meant just that. Knowing what you are going to do would give me chance to prepare and might increase the anticipation, but I do like surprises as well. I can't think of anything that I wouldn't try at least once with you; but if it's really severe perhaps you should warn me first. Remember though, I want to be used hard, and to me that means accepting everything you want to do to me."

That was all he needed to hear. He moved behind her, and arranged her body as he wanted it. In a few seconds Colleen was spread-eagled on the bed, her arms and legs secured to the bedposts with velvet ties

"Let me remind you to let me know if and when you've had enough," he said when their eyes met.

She laughed, lewdly. "I thought this kinky stuff was only in your stories. I didn't think people actually did stuff like this."

"Oh, they do. Actually, they do far more than what we're going to do."

"Cal, you are the most unusual man I've ever met. I mean, I've done some kinky things."

He interrupted her, saying, "Like the witchcraft stuff, and fucking around with the other members of the coven?"

"Yeah, that ... and a couple of guys that I tricked into letting me blow them. But the way you've turned me on ... no one's ever made me feel like this."

"And how is that?" he asked, taking several stainless steel clothespins and a small bottle of massage oil from a small bag he had hidden under the bed.

She was staring at the oil and the clothespins when she answered. "Like a filthy, horny slut."

"Tell me a few things about you," he said, and fastened a pin to her left nipple.

"Ouch!"

"Shut up! It doesn't really hurt that much."

"Okay..." she said, realizing he had probably tested them on himself. "So, what do you want to know?" And having asked the question, she went back to thinking about how he had tested the steel pins.

"How did you lose your virginity?" He asked, fastening the other pin to her right nipple, giving it a little squeeze to add to the pressure.

She moaned softly as the stiff spring crushed the tender, swollen bud between the hard stainless steel jaws. Enough nipple was left sticking out to put one more on, and it made her cry out, for it was crushing the very tip of the nipple.

"Ugh!" she grunted with the pain, but forced herself to tell him how she'd lost her virginity, using all the graphic details she could summon from her memory.

"Why didn't I ever think to use these," she gasped, as he started on her right nipple, eliciting further grunts form her, but no vocal dissent. Next, Cal made a circle around her nipples, these didn't hurt as much, and she only sighed as he clipped pin after pin onto the firm mounds. There were still quite a few pegs left when he had put as many as he could on her breasts, so he made a circle of them around her navel, and then started a line down her softly rounded belly. Cal tried putting a few on her mound but they wouldn't grip because of her pubic hair and ended up on the floor. Sitting on the bed alongside her, Cal put the remaining pins on her swollen outer lips, and as the steel jaws gripped and crushed her sensitive flesh, a loud gasp was wrought from Colleen's throat.

"Tell me about your anal experiences," Cal said next; holding the final steel pin in front of her face.

With an almost indolently pained expression, Colleen asked, "All of them?"

Cal leered at her. "As many as you care to share."

Colleen tried to smile back at him; and began a long story of anal experiences; far surpassing what Cal had envisioned her capable of having had. As she related them to him, Cal stroked and kissed her clit until it emerged from under its protective hood, and then fastened the final pin to it.

"Shut up, you'll see the effects momentarily. Cal lightly slapped the pin on her clit as Colleen was halfway through one of her anal experiences. She felt a thrill rocket through her body, and was never able to ascertain whether it began in a nipple, or her clit. It really didn't matter, for it was all to welcome.

"Jesus!"

"Yes?"

"The fuck did you do to me?"

"Ah, you like the pins?"

"They ... they ... Jesus!" she shuddered, as yet another thrill streaked through her body, seemingly titillating every one of her nerve endings.

With a methodical calm, Cal continued teasing her in that vein, sometimes pulling ever so lightly, other times smacking the pin, sometimes squeezing the pin while flicking another one; and each time an electrical current soared through her nervous system until she lay there quivering and moaning.

He removed the pins from her labia and clit and looked at her. Her cunt had a frothy cream leaking from it. He tossed the clothespins on her belly and smiled down at her.

"Are you going to fuck me up the ass?" she croaked.

"Eventually."

"Okay," she replied, seemingly satisfied that he would do her anally. She didn't hear the knock on the door to the room.

"Be right back," he told her, and left the bedroom. Colleen lay there wondering what he would do next, but she'd never anticipated that a raven haired woman would walk through the bedroom door with Cal.

"What!" she exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness. But her wrists and ankles were secured to the bedposts, and all she could do was blush and curse him for what he was doing as the steel pins clicked against one another with each movement she made.

"Colleen, meet Anne."

"Why, Cal?"

"Hello Colleen," the trim, dark haired Anne said.

"Why don't you get naked, Annie?" Cal said, and Anne began to strip.

Both Cal and Colleen watched as Anne removed her bra, revealing a rather ample pair of breasts that were natural and not manufactured. As Anne peeled her panties off, they both admired her narrow waist and long sleek legs. Anne couldn't have been more than twenty-one, and Colleen licked her lips, knowing to some extent what was coming her way.

Cal said nothing, but opened the bottle of oil, pouring some down over her pussy and the crack between her cheeks. Colleen giggled, forgetting for the moment that another woman was present.

"It's fuckin' cold, and it tickles, Cal!"

But the giggling stopped the moment Cal began to work the oil into her anus, and Anne put a latex glove on her right hand.

"No, Cal!"

"Colleen, remember the rules?"

"Yeah, but I didn't bargain on..."

"You damn well agreed to them. You made no exceptions."

"Yes, but..."

"Rules are rules."

"Rules are made to be broken, damn it!"

"But you're not in a position to do that, are you?"

She took a minute before shrugging her shoulders and then said, meekly, "No."

"So ... let's continue, shall we?"

He found her anus to be hot and tight; in seconds it was clutching at his fingers as he moved them into her. He poured more oil between her cheeks, spreading his fingers to open her up and allow the oil to run into her rectum.

When he had a third finger in her anus, Colleen sighed and resignedly pushed back, urging him deeper, thinking he was preparing her tight hole for his cock but, in all probability, it wouldn't have made any difference if she had known what was coming.

"Don't make it easy on her," Anne said, "Just fuck her, honey. Ram it up her dirty little hole. Ass-fuck her, honey; she wants to be used like a cheap fucking whore. Do her and then me," Anne said sounding more excited than Cal had expected her too.

He smiled as he added his little finger. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Do you really think your ass can take my fist so easily?"